Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 505 Collapsed Faith

George could clearly see that even now, the students' eyes looking at Dumbledore were full of distrust and suspicion. At a time like this, any of Dumbledore's words seemed so thin that it could no longer resonate with people.

At such a time, Dumbledore lost not only the title of the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, but also the support of all wizards in the wizarding world.

At a time like this, he really became a rootless puppet in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore was incapable of taking up the heavy responsibility of fighting Voldemort.

Dumbledore seemed to understand this too, so he tried his best to remedy that, eager to stir up sympathy among his students.

He said heavily, "I believe we are all going to face dark and difficult times. Some of you in the auditorium have been directly victimized by Voldemort's poison. Many of your families have been torn apart. A week ago, among us One of my classmates was killed."

"It just happened, and we are faced with an important decision. This important decision will determine our future and the future of our family."

Dumbledore said solemnly, "Please remember Cedric. When you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, please don't forget an upright, kind, and brave boy, just because he met Voldemort unexpectedly, Such tragic misfortune. Always remember Cedric Diggory."

He bowed deeply to the students and repeated, "When you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, always remember Cedric Diggory."

With sparse applause, many of Hufflepuff's students fell into sobbing, and at this time, they didn't know how to react. They seem to be outraged, they seem to be in the same hatred.

But the man standing on the stage was so unfamiliar that it was difficult to resonate with people. At this time, thinking of the mighty Voldemort, they only felt a deep fear.

Afterwards, Dumbledore took his seat.

"Next, let me say a few words." George's voice shook the entire auditorium, and the sound of magic spreading hit everyone's heart.

"The events of the past few days have exceeded the expectations of many people, beyond the imagination of many people." He looked around at everyone, looking directly into everyone's eyes with sharp eyes. "But it just happened, and no one can hide their ears and act like nothing happened."

George asked loudly, "So, are you afraid? Are you panicking?"

Fred put his hands on the table and stood up. He shouted loudly, "I'm not afraid. I have a lot of Voldemort's scales here. Do you have any to buy?"

He said in an exaggerated tone, "If Voldemort wants to, I will be happy to sell him back for three times the price. I guess he will be willing to buy back the bits and pieces he dropped."

George raised his hand, gestured, and said, "Okay, Fred, your souvenirs are really good. I bought 10 copies for Hogwarts as a collection, and everyone can come up and touch and see. At first glance, Voldemort isn't really that scary."

"The school is safe," he continued calmly. "If Voldemort dares to come, I will let him drop more bits and pieces."

With Fred's interruption, the tense atmosphere of the students also eased a lot. Yes, the school was safe, Voldemort was defeated by George, and his scales were collected by Fred and sold as souvenirs.

Thinking of this, the shadow of the Great Demon King has also dissipated a lot. Fear always comes from the unknown and from imagination.

When the Great Demon King was defeated by the classmates around him, and he also fell into pieces, and saw the classmates playing with the parts of the Great Demon King, the fear brought by the Great Demon King was greatly diluted.

Looking at the eased atmosphere of the classmates, George continued, "Even if you are afraid and panic, it doesn't matter, the wizarding world doesn't need you to fight against Voldemort."

He said in a sure tone,

"As you can see, I beat him, single-handedly."

His words caused a burst of excitement among the students. He defeated the Demon King single-handedly, and everyone remembered that night again.

"I know some of you have a crush on Voldemort or his pure-blood theory." George glanced at the students, most of the Slytherin and Durmstrang students seemed restless. beneficiaries of pure blood theory.

"No matter what you are thinking, you must always understand that for wizards, only the power you master is the basis for your speech."

He said contemptuously, "Don't forget the Death Eaters. Their only role in the labyrinth is to kneel and lick Voldemort's robes, bury their heads in the dirt, and sing ridiculous hymns."

"Not only would they not benefit from their pure-blood status, but they had to worry about being accidentally stared at by Voldemort."

George smiled softly. "What a foolish and poor fellow. Worse for them, Voldemort's plan didn't work out. He failed, and the Ministry of Magic's wanted will continue, Death Eaters. You must continue to hide in the east and Tibet, and continue to be angry at both ends."

"Then." George stared at the students with sharp eyes and said solemnly, "When you don't want to be the scoundrel kneeling in front of Voldemort, when you don't want to be the unlucky person who was stared to death by Voldemort, you need strength. "

"Yes, power."

George waved his wand, and a black flame flew from the tip of his wand. The black flame kept burning and expanding in the void, and the little flame grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a black dragon looking down at the students.

The moment the flames appeared, Mad-Eye Moody slammed away from the chair and flew backwards.

He couldn't retreat, his back hit the wall, he took out his wand, pointed at the dragon in a hurry, and said in horror, "Devil flame."

The teachers were all horrified, their hands tightly grasping the tablecloth on the dining table, the twisted tablecloth, just like their nervous mood at the moment. Karkaroff grabbed his thighs with both hands, trembling.

"Sorry, it seems that I should say it in advance?" George said lightly when he saw the teachers' violent reactions.

His presentation seemed to frighten the teachers, although he felt their responses were overblown.

"This magic is too dangerous." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Especially in a situation like this."

"Oh, is it?" George stretched out his hand towards the black dragon, and the terrifying dragon shrank rapidly, turning into a miniature dragon and falling into his palm.

(To be continued.)